An Eighth Shot of Espresso: Coffee and Creativity on Mum's Third Shift

Long long ago  carved in rock  painted on leather  words of love  and protection  and revenge  a runic incantation charged with every bit of spiritual intention a declaration of thought this pagan poetry  still has a magic  every time the words  are read aloud by the living the bond is unbroken the curse is ongoing the weaver lives anew

One man's villain  is another man's hero  whose side are you on?  One man's rebel  is another man's  freedom fighter  One man's genius  is another man's  madman  One man's pariah is another man's savior Whose side are you on?

Cut with the grain not against it  stick with the pattern the needle drives the thread  with every push  of the pedal  pins and backing seams and zippers the mannequin stands ready for its brand new outfit why make a bespoke one when you can buy cheaply? each garment is fresh a unique expression of art what seems like a lost art  is alive and well  a practical skill  in this day and age

Prisms of light  broken up  by fresh drops  that run down  the glass  A dark background the stormy sky lightning above illuminates the inky blackness Can you see  your own reflection  is it crystal clear  or is it shattered  by thunder outside?

On the beach  walk along the  sandy dunes the wind in your hair  salt on the breeze  foam on the waves  feel the power  roll in the sea  encroach on the land the cry of the gulls the sparkle of the sun all together in harmony

lurch upwards  out of a waking dream  don't know if  I'm still asleep  they all stare  with fake concern  maybe I'm crazy perhaps I'm lazy or I nap in the weirdest places in public but this is not  the world in where  I belong. And that other dimension is already fast fading into my dark subconscious